| 1:22p |
I was about fourteen when I went to my first meditation class. There are a lot of different styles of meditation and though the people I met there were fantastic and really nice, that particular one was not for me, and I left after about seven or eight months never to make further efforts on that front until I met Tammy a couple of years later.
It was out on an acreage and this guy had this little scrappy house and trees and goats and occasionally a bonfire. He never charged for anything, and he smoked constantly and told a lot of stories. He wasn't really a teacher though. But he was nice to me and pretty much anybody who ever needed anything ever - people would stay with him when they didn't have a place. I remember this other guy I met there once - he was only young and from what I gathered, doing the Psychic Wanderer thing.
Him: So, you still at school?
Me: *unhappy pause* Um. Sort of.
Him: Yeah. I hated school too. Got beat up all the time. People used to call me "witch" and "freak" cause I could see shit. Don't worry about it, it'll get better.
Me: Okay.
I only met him the once, so I'd forgotten that ever happened. But I thought of it today and it was like, "Ohhh ..." because it makes me feel so much better every time I see another person with a similar freakshow journey. I mean, one could argue that we all have freakshow journeys, and that's true, but at the same time ... I can't finish that sentence without sounding like a poseur, so screw it. I have such love for psychics not accepted or understood. |